A home shouldn’t be cold with the heat running
A home shouldn’t have your body as the door mat
A home shouldn’t feel as if there is only one person holding it up to keep it from collapsing
A home should never be sad or lonely
I’m sorry if this is what you grew up thinking a home was
I’m sorry if this is what you grew up feeling
I’m sorry for the home that you had
I’m sorry for the misinformation & the wrong definition laid before you
I’m sorry for that

But a home should be warm even in the coldest of days
It should be happy
A home should be pillow forts & blankets
A home should be walking through the door & smiles are the first thing you see
A home is built with the “how are you” s
It is built with bricks of “how was your day”
Light switches of “do you need anything”
Furniture of “I love you”
That’s home

Not a singular person should be holding up the house
You shouldn’t even have to hold it up at all
A home doesn’t come crumbling down,
A temporary place might, but a home stays steady & pure
A home stays steady
A home

Stays